Taking care of me, though, seemed to be the least of his interests. I just wanted out of that shithole.
I was put on a plane back to my mother that same week. My mother had remarried and just had a son, who would be my younger half brother. Her new husband was a hardworking man who liked to drink a lot and put in as many hours as he could manage at work. He was a provider but to me not much else. And with me back in the picture, my position as the unwanted of the two children quickly became apparent.
Then what started as an occasional slap for a perceived mistake or stepping out of line turned into full-on beatings within that first year. As I grew in size with age, the beatings got worse, likely due to my mother wanting to further intimidate me and see me actually hurt. I also knew that she could only hit me for so long before it would hurt her hands, and in the end it was really more about showing her that I was beaten down.
The mental side was another story. My mother would pick apart things I said or did, both criticizing and laying out a bizarre patchwork about how I should be versus how I might become.
These talks would involve me sitting completely still while my mother slowly worked herself up in anger and agitation by bringing up my father and seeing some part of him in me. This always ended in violence.
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I asked for help at school one day when I showed up with a large gash in my head and scratches all over my neck and face. A call to social services put me in front of a nice lady who asked questions about my home life.
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Needless to say, I wholeheartedly believed her. After they cleaned the house, removed all the liquor and beer cans, as well as got rid of whatever drugs were there, the social worker showed up. I was about 9 years old, and we all proceeded to lie our asses off. I never saw or heard from the state again. Until later. I then tried running away from home with a poorly implemented plan, only to be picked right back up by my parents. The result? More punishment and more control. I was brainwashed into thinking I was nothing and all that mattered was the care of my younger brother and serving my mother.
By the time I was about 14, though, I saw this same scope of abuse begin to start on my brother. More time passed and the idea that my own life was meaningless turned into a feeling I would lash out at my mother in some pathetic attempt to try to keep my brother from my own fate. I began to plan, if it could even be called that.
My stepdad had a small-caliber rifle that I figured was my only option to cause any harm. When the time came, I was filled with nothing but overwhelming fear.
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I heard her grunt and I was back in my room waiting for the inevitable rage that would come from her. As insane as it sounds going over this now, I never believed that I could kill my mother. Even after I pulled the trigger and retreated to my room, I just sat there waiting for her to come kill me. I woke my brother, told him what happened and after a short cry, we tried to figure out what to do.
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This was a hastily thought up idea and as the days went on with her missing, I knew it was a matter of time until she would be found. My stepfather finally found her body and the police were called. I was brought into custody, immediately charged as an adult and assigned a public defender.
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Describe to me his personality. Is he going to get mad? Is he excited about it? Did he bake Annalise a cake? Bonnie never goes anywhere without storming, these days. Anyone and everyone might be involved in the cover-up. Michaela finds out that the warden received a call from an unlisted number and then called the head of his prison security. If they can prove that the unlisted number is Ronald, then the cover-up is secure. Nate gets another hacker to look into the unlisted number. How many hackers live in this medium-sized Pennsylvania town?
Bonnie is getting ready for the wedding when Ron decides now is the best time to question her abiding love for Annalise. Listen, Ron, I get it.
The wedding goes off without a hitch and we enter into the quick-ass montage and replay section of the evening. Annalise is drinking alone in the church! Gabriel is stealing her keys! Nate is getting phone calls from his hacker buddy! Frank shows up at the wedding and all the pieces are slowly falling into place. He shows Annalise the birth certificate. Annalise slaps him and stumbles her way home.